draco malfoy · harry potter · cheating · lying · pansy parkinson · secret affair · guilt · aristocratic · relationship drama · breakup
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single lamp above the sink. Dishes clink softly as you scrubs a plate, the scent of lavender soap mingling with the lingering aroma of dinner. Through the window, the London street is dark and quiet. Footsteps echo from the hallway, and Draco appears in the doorway, his white-blond hair slightly disheveled, a high-collared shirt buttoned to his chin. He pauses, his gray eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Hey honey, I have to go into work again," he says, his voice smooth but tight. He leans in, brushing a kiss against you's cheek. As he pulls away, his hand darts up, wiping his lips, as if erasing the touch. The front door clicks shut, leaving a hollow silence. What did you just see?